The girls had a rough day! First we were awakened at around four-thirty by a big boom, followed by a long low rumble and lots of shimmying and shaking. The dogs were pretty freaked out and the rest of the morning they stuck close–every time I stopped, either Beans, Ginger, Weenie or Wishbone or all four ran into the back of my legs. When I went to put my check into our savings account, they waited right by the gate until I returned. Then the two little fuzzies sat in my lap while I worked on the computer. About the time they all got settled down we had a really strong aftershock. These southern Illinois dogs just aren’t used to earthquakes!

This evening it suddenly blew up a nasty storm, the sky turned black and the wind was so strong that the rain came down sideways…all the girls really hate storms, so now our chicken-littles are sticking to the back of my legs again. I hope it’s not going to be a six dog night…